Blink. And it's Monday already. Wait, Monday evening. So Monday morning blues are technically supposed to have come and gone already… but then why do I feel UTTERLY miserable? Well, as miserable as you can feel when you're actually pretty good in life. Just… weary. Worn out. Tired. TIRED! That's the word I was after. One day is just merging into the next, a constant flurry of activity and chores; the weekend was a blur of family, friends, introductions, formalities, pleasantries, dressing up and a very definitive void of sleep. Oh, did I add a painful 3.45am wake up this morning, just to top it off?
I'm almost ready to crash, just got about 2 hours worth of university work to complete, dinner to eat, hair to wash and a mountain of clothes to put away (grrrrr, don't you HATE it when you have "work-men" coming in, making it compulsory to get your delicates off the floor). :( Wish me luck. I have some photos and antics to share with you soon, so please stay tuned… until then, it's over and out. Have a wonderful week.
P.S. The only redeeming moment of my day - a stolen moment with the boyfriend for mid-morning dessert. Carluccio’s, in case you’re wondering.